Will sits behind the school, on a nearby bench, wiping his tears. ”Hey Will..” Mike walks up to Will and sits down beside him. ”How you holding up?” Mike asks as he pulls a small box-like object from his pocket. ”Fine…” Will responds before a sharp inhale. ”You wanna share?” Mike smirks as he shakes the cigarette box. Will raises one eyebrow as Mike lights a cigarette. ”Like mother, like son.” Will chuckles as he snatches the cigarette out of Mike’s hand.